142 Days as a Vampire

Chapter Two: Day Three

Chapter Two: Day Three

I awoke. Parched. Blinded. Where am I? I tried to look around but was only greeted by darkness. I called out only to stop as my throat burned for all that it was worth. I shut my trap immediately. That's went I felt them pierced my bottom lip. My fangs. Fangs? Why do I have...? Then the previous day hit me like a ton of bricks. I don't know why but I began to cry, sniffling at first then full on racking sobs. I went to take in another breath only to be jabbed by my extra long canines. I kept my mouth shut even though I wanted to shout out for help. However the pain stopped almost as quickly as it began. I stayed still, not wanting to hurt myself more.

            I couldn't tell if it was day or night, if I was in a house or on a plane, if I was dreaming or this had really happened. It was rather fairy tell-ish. Vampires. They exist? I'm one of them? Do I kill people? Do I have to avoid sunlight? No more garlic bread sticks? I think that's what I'm most upset about. I'm going to miss those suckers. Oh crap! What about my family?! I can't believe I thought of bread sticks before my family! Some daughter I am. I guess I'll never see them again, kinda wish I could have said goodbye or thank them for what they did for me all those years. I started to tear up and then stopped. I wanted to cry for all my worth but I felt like I shouldn't, that something bigger was about to go on.

            I heard them first before anything. Their footsteps. Four in total. One however was not so willing. I heard his muffled yelps as he was dragged above me. That when I started to use my other heighten senses. I took a deep breath expecting to be filled with some relief. However must, wood finish and dirt filled my lungs with no sense of relief.

"Do you think it worked?" asked a voice above me.

A grinding sound was all I could hear as a spade came in contact with the hard dirt. Oh so I'm buried? I began to fill around my surroundings. Smooth drape fabric covered the walls, a domed ceiling was cover in a diamond pattern with little buttons where the corners met, and I was laying on a comfortable but to showy pillow and foam mat. I put two and two together and understood I was in a coffin. I shivered at the thought, creepy.

The grinding of the spade went on for a small time before they picked up the pace of their descent. The dirt was being flown everywhere from its impact sound on the surrounding soil.

Thunk!

The spade hit my little prison in the clay.

"Got her." A voice said above me.

"Good."

Huh. Short on the conversation. I need to know more about these vampires.

"I don't think it worked. There's no sign of her trying to break out."

"I worked. I could see the change happening at the funeral." Said a voice standing above my head.

Funeral? I was dead to the world?

The spade kept digging around my coffin as I laid there.

"Remember when you revived Moses? That was funny!" There was a small silence. "Shesh tough crowd."

Next thing I knew the lid above me was lifted. Some dirt came tumbling in as the lid opened. A head popped into my vision. It was only a little boy. He was no older than ten. I though he was the cutest thing I ever saw. He had short brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled at me and my image of innocence was replaced by his fangs. I must have made a face because his smile became less to cover his fangs. However he kept smiling at me.

"Hia!" He chirped.

I opened my mouth to respond when the same burning sensation came back.  I shut my trap closed but this time being careful of my fangs.